Chapter 7 Please vote for the guest with the best first impression!

Wen Zhiyan looked at the number 4 on the envelope and breathed a sigh of relief.

With Jiang Lan's look just now, Wen Zhiyan didn't dare to think about what he would face if he drew 5.

But obviously, he was still relieved.

Because as soon as he raised his head, he saw Jiang Lan's expression becoming even weirder.

Wen Zhiyan was stunned at first, and then he suddenly became speechless when he remembered the fact that Jiang Lan was also an alpha.

As soon as Wen Zhiyan's envelope was opened, Lin Ziyou was relieved. He directly put the envelope back to its place and walked behind Xu Can.

The rooms on the first night were all arranged and unremarkable. I have to say that the audience who wanted to watch the excitement was a little disappointed.

But it wasn't just the audience who was disappointed.

There are also eight guests with their own thoughts.

Overall, today's rooms are divided into separate rooms, which is no different from those assigned directly by gender.

But at this time, in full view of everyone, no one could say anything more.

Wen Zhiyan's fingertips tapped lightly on the number on the letter paper, then threw the envelope on the table, glanced at Jiang Lan again, and after Jiang Lan met his eyes for three seconds, he lowered his head as if nothing had happened. He glanced.

The distance between Jiang Lan and Wen Zhiyan was so close that when Jiang Lan looked at him, he could even clearly see the curvature of Wen Zhiyan's eyelashes and the small mole on the left side of his nose.

In the past years, that mole was Wen Zhiyan's accomplice and weapon when he pretended to be pitiful for Chu Chu. It was engraved in Jiang Lan's heart and he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.

Jiang Lan felt that Wen Zhiyan seemed to have changed during the seven years he was separated from her, but also seemed to have stayed the same.

He seems to have become much more mature, calm and measured.

People who can say "Look at me again and I'll gouge out your eyes" when they first meet have put away their sharp edges and become more comfortable in such complicated social situations.

Wen Zhiyan turned the originally straightforward and aloof person into an unattainable person who seemed gentle but completely distant.

It was obvious that many aspects of Wen Zhiyan were no longer the same as in the past, but Jiang Lan still saw what Wen Zhiyan wanted to do from one look in his eyes.

The relationship between alpha and alpha is shady.

Many times in the past, as long as Wen Zhiyan looked at Jiang Lan like this, Jiang Lan would know that Wen Zhiyan was sending an invitation to him.

At that time, Jiang Lan was still a careless young man.

As long as he receives a signal, Jiang Lan will sneak into Wen Zhiyan's dormitory at night.

Nowadays, Wen Zhiyan hesitates to speak, and the look in his eyes that pulls at Jiang Lan's unfulfilled heart like a hook is the same as it was many years ago.

Jiang Lan licked his sharp fangs, looked away from Wen Zhiyan's face, and looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the living room.

In the past, whenever Wen Zhiyan wanted to do something, he, Jiang Lan, would go to Wen Zhiyan with a shy face.

When Wen Zhiyin told him to go east, he would never go west; when Wen Zhiyuan asked him to beat a dog, he would never scold a chicken.

Anyone who knew about what happened between him and Wen Zhiyan would not make a joke with emotion:

"I didn't expect you, Jiang Lan, to be a licking dog one day."

Now, they have been separated for too long, and it is not right to argue again. No matter how much you paid in the first place, it is meaningless.

Although Wen Zhiyan is back now, he has not stated the purpose of his return.

Jiang Lan was about to turn thirty, and he didn't want to ignore it anymore, so he dived in with passion, and the sentimental Quan Dang Wen Zhi said that he came back because of him.

If not, how will he deal with it then?

He thought that no matter what, he should wait a little longer.

Is Wen insisted and gave him an answer.

Jiang Lan took a deep breath silently, walked around Wen Zhiyan with his backpack, and walked upstairs to the villa.

The entire villa is divided into three floors above ground and one underground floor.

The three single rooms No. 1, 2, and 3 are on the second floor, and the two triple rooms No. 4 and 5 are on the third floor.

The first floor is the living room and kitchen, and the basement has a cinema, gym and billiards room.

In addition, there is a rooftop on the third floor with a canopy, which is a good place to chat, have a drink and watch the sea view.

It was getting late now, and after everyone went back to their rooms, today's arrangements were over.

Jiang Lan went straight to the door of the room with the number [1] hanging on it, opened the door and walked in.

This should be the master bedroom, with a large double bed, wardrobe, dressing table, desk, lazy sofa, and separate bathroom.

There was a light-colored cashmere carpet under the bed. Although there were few street lights outside, Jiang Lan could still see the sea not far away through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows.

The program team is not lying about this. It is modest to say that it is not as good as their own home. The environment here is indeed good. Both the facilities and the aesthetics are impeccable. Even the sheets and quilt covers on the bed are made of pure silk.

The toiletries in the bathroom are also very complete. Not only that, they are also high-end products that have always been cooperated with Jiang Lan.

After Jiang Lan looked around his room, his first reaction was to open his backpack and look for clothes inside.

Unfortunately, the more I look for it, the more I regret it.

Whether it’s the old cadre-style navy blue polo shirt, or the retro killer-style leather pants with large rivets, or the eye-catching red and purple tie-dye T-shirt, or the yellow tie-dye T-shirt that tests one’s aesthetics. Green neon shirt.

All of this plunged Jiang Lan into extreme despair.

He thought for a moment, threw his backpack aside, and locked the bedroom door with his backhand.

He felt that if Wen Zhiyan was sensible, it would be best not to come tonight.

But even though it was true, Jiang Lan still used the toiletries prepared in the room to wash herself clean.

I also shaved with a newly opened manual razor.

Jiang Lan usually didn't pay much attention to skin care. He was used to using electric shavers. The first time he used a manual shaver, he inevitably made a few small cuts on his chin.

He looked in the mirror and used a hair dryer to give himself a lazy hairstyle that seemed casual but slightly deliberate.

Then he opened the small freezer and looked at the mask inside. He hesitated for a moment, then regardless of the small wound on his chin, he tore off a piece and stuck it on his face.

As for the clothes, Jiang Lan turned her head and looked at the white bathrobe hanging on the hanger and thought to herself, if you don't have it, don't wear it. If it doesn't fit right.

After busying and grinding for more than an hour, Jiang Lan came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe and looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room.

His eyebrows are deep and angular. Although he is nearly thirty years old, he still has a youthful air.

Not to mention his figure, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, long legs and a perky butt. He loosened the straps of the bathrobe around his waist, leaving the neckline slightly open, revealing the faint outline of his chest muscles.

Overall, Jiang Lan is still very satisfied with his condition.

But he always felt that something was still missing.

Jiang Lan thought about it but didn't remember it. Just when he was about to give up, he turned around and saw the pair of underwear he had thrown on the bed.

The only pair of underwear I ever wore.

Jiang Lan rubbed his forehead, damn, what a failure.

He stood there for a while. Between putting the underwear back on or hanging up, he chose the latter and threw the underwear into the bathroom, ready to wash and hang it up.

But just as he turned on the faucet, the cell phone issued by the program crew sent a message reminder.

Jiang Lan put his underwear on the edge of the sink, washed his hands, came out of the bathroom, and picked up his mobile phone on the desk.

The screen displays: [Task Reminder. 】

Jiang Lan opened the message. There was a link on it. He clicked on it and entered a pink voting interface.

A little angel with wings and an arrow on his back held up a peach heart, which read: [First time meeting, please vote for the guest with the best first impression! 】

Under the little angel are the names of today’s nine guests.

Jiang Lan had nothing to hesitate. He quickly clicked on his name and threw the phone aside.

At the same time, the other eight people also received the mission message and were voting.

On the public screen:

[Brother Lan was the first to choose. It only took fifty-two seconds from receiving the task to completing the choice. ]

[ So simple? Who? Can you make Brother Lan’s first impression so good? 】

【Is this without hesitation at all? Isn't it a long-planned plan? curious! ]

[Mr. Wen also finished the selection, one second slower than Brother Lan. ]

[The alpha side seems to be quite straightforward, and the omega side seems to be about to start a discussion, hahahahahaha. ]

[It's normal. I'm an omega. It's hard for me to make a choice. Jiang Lan, Mr. Wen, Best Actor Pei and Sister Qiao Xin all have their own merits. How do you choose? 】

【Fishing is not advisable. I prefer Male A. I choose Brother Lan, Mr. Wen and Pei Du. 】

【Good guy, it’s all about focusing on one thing and not making any choices, right? ]

[But then I still want to know who Brother Lan chose so quickly? I blindly guessed Xu Can. From the moment Brother Lan entered the villa, his attitude towards Xu Can was quite good. ]

[When you say that...it doesn't seem like you can't knock me...]

[Am I the only one who likes Ye Qiunian? I'm so fascinated by his temperament. If I were A, I would really want to bite him. 】

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Jiang Lan knew nothing about the speculations from the outside world.

What he was doing was interrupted by a sudden voting task. Now that the voting was over, what he had not done just now was forgotten in his mind.

Although it is indeed easy for people to forget what they were doing after being interrupted by something sudden.

But Jiang Lan had rarely been so forgetful before.

He has been forgetting things and being absent-minded since he got off the car today. It's just because he has something on his mind.

Jiang Lan found a bottle of brandy from the small wine cabinet in the room, poured himself a small glass, then found a magazine from the desk and pretended to read it.

While reading, he glanced at the small alarm clock on the bedside table from time to time.

Time continued to pass, but there was still no movement outside the door.

Jiang Lan finished his drink and wanted to smoke again.

But his lighter was sent by courier at the airport and would not arrive until tomorrow, so Jiang Lan began to feel a little irritable.

He closed the magazine, stood up, walked around the room twice, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched the night sea view for a while, but there was still no movement outside the door.

So Jiang Lan closed the curtains, turned off the big lights in the room, and only turned on the dim floor lamp next to the bed.

He lay on the bed for a while, staring at the small alarm clock on the bedside table.

Jiang Lan watched the minute hand go from nine, to ten, and then to eleven. The more he looked at it, the darker his face became.

Finally, when it was approaching twelve o'clock, I pushed the ungrateful little alarm clock aside and took out the aromatherapy box from my bag.

I was about to light the incense, but found that I still had no fire source.

He wiped his face, threw his backpack on the ground, and got into bed.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to turn off the lights, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Jiang Lan suddenly sat up from the bed. He was afraid that he had waited too long and had hallucinations, so he pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

Sure enough, the knock on the door rang again.

At this moment, Jiang Lan felt his heart beating wildly again.

He rolled out of bed, pulled off his bathrobe, trotted to the door, and then asked seriously and doubtfully: "Who?"